Treasure Island

Paul Latham


Just Ants on the road


Ants on the road.
Leaving their homes.
A morning of drones.
Grim and unknown.
No expression shown.
All on their own.

Filling the roads.
Chocking the trees.
Killing the bees.
Disturbing the streams.
All of us see.
Natures graveyard for free.

The roads that we follow.
Roads full of sorrow.
The roads of tomorrow.
Empty and hollow?
From nature we can borrow.
But we continue to follow.

Follow the hoards.
A one way door.
Whether were poor, the rich we adorn.
Roads of the rich, littered with poor.
Following a dream, all but a fraud.
Like Ants and their Queen.
Like the tides of the sea.
It’s so plain to see.
We’ll never be free.

Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008
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  • Original Unknown Girl (4/11/2008 6:31:00 AM)

    I like the picture painted here - ants seem to hold such a fascination don't they? All very clever stuff - the ants (and this poem!) HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

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